... I have some good news and I have some good news. But first, ... Hey, is that Rod Serling slinking off the stage? Yep, it surely is. And he looks a bit embarrassed, too. Good Riddance, Rod! And don't let me catch you back here again!
All right, here's the situation. At first, what I had looked like the dreaded shingles. Happily, it's not. Less happily, no one knows exactly what it is, or more to the point, what it was. That's right, "What it was." Yay!
I spent the entire day yesterday bouncing from doctor's office to pharmacy to dermatologist's office. I got three different medications to treat the symptomis horribilis associated with this yet to be named tropical disease. All they are willing to call it is "contact dermatitis". But I suppose that's good news too because they aren't calling it "the dreaded shingleitis!" Thank God! I was seriously contemplating abandoning this quest if the symptoms didn't go away soon because I couldn't sit for 30 minutes without scratching furiously, and I mean furiously, at some part of my body. Gads, it was hell.
But today, whether it's the meds or the natural progression of whatever it was that inflicted me, I'm better. Not 100%, but close, real close. So. Yay. For that I will be eternally grateful. Or, if not for eternity, at least until July 31st.
Thanks to all for the good wishes. Now I've got to get back to catching up on what I was doing before this thing started, which was catching up on my schedule.